


All These Feelings Confuse Me

by kpopeo



Series: Wizarding World of Love [2]
Category: NCT (Band)
Genre: Angst, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Hogwarts! au, M/M, Oblivious Mark, chenle gets sick, i feel bad for chenle, man this is some weird sht, markhyuck, stressed donghyuck
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2018-05-12
Updated: 2018-05-12
Packaged: 2019-05-05 19:20:52
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Chapters: 1
Words: 4,659
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/14625351
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/kpopeo/pseuds/kpopeo
Summary: Why is Mark making things so hard for Donghyuck? Was he that dense? Donghyuck will never know, he thinks.





	All These Feelings Confuse Me

**Author's Note:**

> ok,, so some person commented on wanting to know what happened to chenle in wandless magic so here it is, but in markhyuck style.
> 
> for yana, my special footlong hotdog friend.
> 
> unbeta-ed. like usual.
> 
> hello! check my renmin/nomin social media au on [this link](https://twitter.com/chenlescheeks/status/996981308080377856).

 

Donghyuck wondered why he took Divination—the classes were at the top of a goddamned tower, and he had half a mind to ask Professor Jung _why—_ when the only reason he was here wasn't even paying attention to him. Mark Lee, the most oblivious person to ever grace this planet with his presence, was sitting beside some female student who approached Mark before Donghyuck could, shyly asking if they could be partners, and Mark agreed. Donghyuck would've confronted them if it wasn't for Jeno pairing up with him.

 

“You look like you're ready to murder someone, Donghyuck,” Jeno commented on Donghyuck's expression, hands around the teacup and letting the leaves settle at the bottom of the cup. It was supposed to be pair work, wherein someone drinks the tea and your partner reads for you, but Jeno didn't mind being ignored by Donghyuck. He didn't want to be the one being glared at, anyway. “Are you holding your wand?”

 

“Quick, Jeno, search for a symbol that says something about misfortune or death or illness, just any bad omen whatsoever,” Donghyuck muttered, raising his wand under the robes and ready to charm the other pair's tea leaves. He saw that the girl just started to drink from the tea, trying to act as cutely as possible while Mark waited for her to be finished. He scoffed.

 

“Uh, snake...?” Jeno offered before being pleasantly surprised that a horseshoe came up in his cup. Donghyuck paid him no mind, charming the tea leaves of the girl to show a snake as instructed. “Look, Donghyuck, it's a horseshoe--”

 

A loud shriek interrupted Jeno, followed by the sounds of a teacup shattering. The other students were startled, and Professor Jung came around to see what the commotion was all about. Donghyuck quickly hid his wand and tried his best to look interested in what was happening. It turns out that the girl dropped the cup right after the snake appeared, since snakes were a universal symbol of something bad happening. Donghyuck looked slightly miffed by that, but Mark shot him a glare.

 

He shrugged, feigning innocence, but he wondered if Mark actually saw him raise his wand. At this point, though, he was just happy that he was able to scare the girl off. The girl was being comforted by her other friends when the class was dismissed early, while Mark approached Donghyuck with a disappointed look on his face.

 

“Donghyuck, you look too smug to be innocent, you know?” Mark said, frowning at Donghyuck's crossed arms. Jeno just arrived, and while they walked down the winding flight of stairs, Mark continued to scold Donghyuck. “Tzuyu was genuinely scared. Jeno, I'm guessing that Donghyuck was the one who charmed her cup?”

 

“Yeah, but I don't know why,” Jeno was quick to defend himself already, and Donghyuck sighed, rolling his eyes at Mark.

 

“I'm not going to say anything about that,” Donghyuck said, lips formed in a pout. Mark just shook his head at Donghyuck, going the other direction with Jeno on the way to his next class. Renjun appeared out of nowhere, presumably just dismissed from his previous class. He smiled at Donghyuck, which was promptly dropped when he saw the sour expression on Donghyuck's face.

 

“Woah, you look super... pissed off,” Renjun said, draping an arm over Donghyuck's shoulders as they made their way to the dungeons, where their Potions professor awaited them. Professor Seo wasn't a terror teacher even though he looked like one, and the two still had a good amount of respect for him, enough to not be late to classes. “Something happened in Divination?”

 

“Ugh, that Tzuyu took my spot as Mark's partner,” Donghyuck whined. Renjun stared at him in disbelief before shaking his head. He urged for Donghyuck to continue sharing his little story, because even if Renjun disapproved of his dramatic antics, he liked hearing about them because they were somehow so funny. “So I charmed her teacup. Made a snake appear on it, but Mark thinks it's me. I look innocent, don't I?”

 

“You don't,” Renjun admitted, laughing when Donghyuck rolled his eyes at him. “Although, I bet Tzuyu was spooked. It's not everyday you get bad signs whenever you're taking Divination. What were you planning to achieve, Donghyuck?”

 

“I hope she drops the subject,” Donghyuck muttered. Usually, he'd wish no one ill-will but Tzuyu was a flirt and was flirting with Mark so _of course_ he had to do something. But thinking back to how disappointed Mark looked, he was starting to wonder if it was really worth it. “Renjun, do you think Mark hates me now?”

 

“No. I don't think he'll hate you. Maybe disappointed, yes, but he won't hate you for that,” Renjun said after a moment of silence between them. Donghyuck let out a sigh, reflecting on what he did back in Divination. He wasn't going to apologize for Tzuyu nor let anyone else know it was him who did it, but he was going to make his pranks a bit more subtle so they weren't all pointing at him with a big red sign that read “HE DID IT!”

 

“Do you think Mark hates me because of this?” he asked, and Renjun looked at him in concern, an eyebrow raised. “I mean, I've been drawn to him since forever, and it's just... maybe he doesn't like someone like me, you know? Maybe he wants a more responsible person, the type who doesn't prank people or he wants the kind of person that the teachers--”

 

“Donghyuck, Mark doesn't care about those. Sure, he has his standards and all, but I don't think he has a set ideal type,” Renjun responded, nudging Donghyuck with his shoulder. “I'm pretty sure he's the type of person to like you, even if you're not his ideal type.”

 

*

 

“Wait, are you sure you don't want to prank Felix and that Changbin guy? We've been planning to do this for like, weeks, though...” Jaemin asked, much to Donghyuck's displeasure. Donghyuck sighed, because this has been the, what, eight, tenth, time he's asked? “You've been calling off our pranks lately, and it's not super fun.”

 

“Hey, Na Jaemin, would you stop asking if I tell you why?” Donghyuck asked, leaning closer to Jaemin, who looked surprise that there was even a reason for Donghyuck's odd behaviour that he had been displaying lately. Donghyuck looked around to see if the coast was clear. “Okay, I've got a feeling that Mark doesn't like me because I prank people a lot.”

 

“What? That's stupid!” Jaemin exclaimed. Donghyuck rolled his eyes and slapped a hand over Jaemin's mouth to prevent further yelling and a possible detention from the keeper for being too loud. The last thing that Donghyuck wanted was a detention, especially when he was being self-conscious now that he thought that Mark liked responsible people. Getting a detention didn't really make someone look responsible.

 

“It's actually quite possible, as stupid as it may sound to other people,” Donghyuck said, letting go of Jaemin when he thought it was safe already. “I—ugh, it's been years, Jaemin, so why can't Mark see what I've been trying to do? I like him, very much so, but Jisung figured it out with Chenle but Mark is still a dense dumbass.”

 

“Why don't you confess? Like, confess in a direct manner?” Jaemin suggested, and Donghyuck frowned at the comment. What did Jaemin mean by “in a direct manner”? Mark didn't even seem to show the slightest interest in him, so a direct approach would just scare the older boy away and risk ruining their friendship. Like hell he'd let that happen. “Chenle didn't do so well when he took Jisung by surprise, so why not just, you know, tell him you like him?”

 

Donghyuck's eyes widened, and he felt that he could actually laugh at the suggestion if only he wasn't the one suffering. Jaemin looked at him as if his suggestion was an innocuous one, and Donghyuck had to supress the urge to just laugh at how it ridiculous it sounded. “Are you nuts? That type of thing has never worked out before. Ugh, I hate how I want to confess on Valentine's but Mark won't accept the letters.”

 

“Actually, that type of thing _has_ worked before. Look at me and Jeno,” Jaemin said, making Donghyuck roll his eyes at the statement. Jeno was different from Mark, but Jaemin was just doing his best to try to help Donghyuck in his adventures to successfully make it known to Mark that he likes him. “Let's not talk about my relationship, though, and also not about your confession, but Mark asked me why you were avoiding him.”

 

“He—what?”

 

“Jaemin hyung, Donghyuck hyung!” the pair turned to the source of the voice, greeted by the sight of Chenle running towards them, Jisung tagging along with a tray of teacups... with steam coming out of them. Donghyuck was confused, before he remembered that he asked to practice his tasseomancy on Chenle, to which the younger boy agreed to with a big smile on his face. Jisung set the tray on the table before collapsing on a nearby chair. “I'm here now. What do I do?”

 

“You—uh...” Jaemin gave Donghyuck an encouraging pat on the back, something that he needed especially when their conversation was cut so short. He looked at the clock that was placed in their aisle. He couldn't really blame Chenle, since this was the time they agreed to meet. He didn't know he'd follow him to the library, though. “Drink the tea. Just drink it and leave it to the leaves that would just make a pattern once it's almost done.”

 

Donghyuck waited for Chenle to drink the tea, catching a whiff of the scent as he sat on his chair, still disoriented. His eyes darted up to Chenle, who set the teacup down without looking at it. “They said it's bad luck if the, uh, person reads their own cup. Here you go, hyung!”

 

Chenle pushed the teacup to where Donghyuck was, right in front of the nervous upper class man. Jisung peered over Donghyuck's shoulder, beaming when he saw an owl. “It's an owl! Don't owls mean good luck, Donghyuck hyung? It means you're going to be intelligent! Wait, aren't you already smart, though?”

 

Donghyuck had tuned out Jisung's exclamatory statements, eyes focused on the pattern that did look like an owl. However, instead of feeling the happiness that Chenle and Jisung shared, Donghyuck felt his heart drop to his stomach. His first read was an owl as well, and owls didn't mean well when it came to divination. The hands that were holding the teacup were shaking, and Donghyuck put it down immediately, not having the particular desire to shatter the pleasant atmosphere that Jisung created.

 

“Donghyuck, what's wrong?” Chenle asked, and Jisung stopped cheering. Donghyuck hesitated for a split second, before flashing a smile at Chenle's confused face.

 

“Nothing! You really are smart, Chenle,” he gave the boy a thumbs-up. Jaemin noticed the tension in Donghyuck's expression, hidden beneath that encouraging smile and deceiving thumbs-up. “You can go now. I still have to go study with Jaemin, because you know, we have to... study.”

 

The two boys bid the other pair farewell, and once again, they were left alone in the secluded corner of the library. Jaemin scooted closer to Donghyuck, moving his chair and placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

 

“Donghyuck, what's wrong?” Jaemin asked, eyes searching for some kind of answer in Donghyuck's own pair. Donghyuck's panicked eyes met his concerned ones, and Donghyuck tried to calm down. They were silent until Donghyuck spoke up.

 

“Owls aren't good, Jaemin.”

 

**

 

_“Please could you be tender? And I will sit close to you. Let's give it a minute before we admit that we're through.”_

 

“Listening to some love songs, huh? And not to mention they're the ones that describe heartbreak,” Renjun commented, prompting Donghyuck to close the device that was playing music out loud. He sat next to the busy Donghyuck, setting his own pile of books and paper and quills on the table. Donghyuck rolled his eye and continued to answer the essay without any reply to Renjun. “Mark's wondering where you've been.”

 

“Mark can continue to wonder,” Donghyuck said without even looking up from the paragraph he was trying to finish. Keyword: trying. Jaemin tried to bring the topic up as well in the library, and it seemed like Renjun knew about it too. He's just trying to avoid as much as he can, because he knows that confrontation would come soon and he hated whenever it was coming from Mark.

 

“Mark can, but it doesn't mean he likes it,” Renjun pointed out. Donghyuck shifted in his seat, feeling a little uneasy about where this was heading. The older boy sighed, the sound making Donghyuck put his quill and paper away. Once the pile was all sorted out, Renjun flashed a small smile at him. “You should talk to him. He won't hate you for this; he knows that you must be doing this for a reason. Why not just tell him, Donghyuck?”

 

“It's not that easy, Renjun!” Donghyuck snapped at him, startling the poor boy. “You—why didn't you confess to Jeno first? It wasn't easy, right?” he said, not caring whether he was opening up the old wounds of the past. Renjun frowned at him, the tips of his ears turning red from anger.

 

“Why are you bringing that up here? I got over Jeno some time ago, and you're bringing this up?” Renjun asked, eyes narrowed at Donghyuck. They were both at each others' throats, and no one expected this to happen, but Donghyuck was so stressed over his personal life and academics that he didn't even want to talk about Mark anymore. “I'm just trying to help you because I don't want the same thing to happen to you! Why can't you see that?”

 

Donghyuck's mouth shut, too surprised by the last line and the fact that Renjun actually got angry when in fact he's never seen him get angry before. Donghyuck felt his senses come back to him, and the anger soon dissolved from his face. Renjun's face softened as well, even though his eyes still held some of the anger it had from before. Donghyuck was about to apologize before Jisung came into the room, eyes full of tears and lungs out of breath.

 

“Hyung, Chenle...” Jisung blubbered, wiping the tears from his face with the sleeves of his robe. Both of the older boys stood up, clearly alarmed by what was happening because _why is Jisung crying?_ “Chenle's in the hospital wing, but he won't wake up! Please come with me, hyung... I don't know what to do.”

 

Donghyuck was the first one to wrap his arms around Jisung, comforting the crying boy with the hug as Renjun led the two out of the common room. Donghyuck was thankful that no one else was in the dungeons, because he was sure that he couldn't handle answering questions right now.

 

He bit his lip, mind racking up the reasons on why this was happening to Chenle when he remembered something: the tea reading. He wondered why he didn't tell Chenle the true meaning of the owl, and that was something that he regretted now. He played a part in this, somehow, and he felt like an awful person for not telling Jisung and Chenle before.

 

Renjun immediately broke down at the sight of Chenle's pale body on the bed, looking as if he didn't have blood at all. The older boy rushed to his bed, clutching Chenle's hand. “Chenle, did you even take your iron supplements? You look a lot paler than before...” Renjun managed to choke out before turning to Jisung. “What happened to him?”

 

“He just... fainted,” Jisung said. Donghyuck got closer to the scene, pushing Renjun on a chair to make him sit down. “I don't know, hyung! One minute he was fine, and then... he was on the floor. He looked pale, too, but he told me he's been taking his supplements!”

 

“Chenle?” Jeno's voice came, as well as the shuffle of some footsteps in addition to Jeno's own. Donghyuck's breath hitched when his gaze accidentally came in contact with Mark's, but he decided that Chenle's condition was more important than some stupid crush he has on some dense guy. It's the first time they've seen each other in a week or two, and it was under unfavourable conditions, too.

 

Donghyuck explained what happened to Jaemin, Jeno, and Mark, trying to hide his discomfort caused by Mark's presence. The head nurse, Miss Kwon, shushed them but didn't kick them out, only reminding them of a few things.

 

“Mr. Zhong's going to be moved to St. Mungo's tonight,” she said, and Jisung bit his lip to stop himself from crying even more. They couldn't visit him on their free periods, but they knew that it was necessary so that Chenle could recover faster. “Now, I'm going to leave the six of you alone with him but I'll let you know when he's going to be picked up by the doctors.”

 

“Chenle's never told any of us his condition before,” Renjun spoke up shortly after Miss Kwon left. He looked exhausted, Donghyuck noted, but who wouldn't be? “Anemic. It really became worse when he went here, which is why he had to take a break, but he recovered with the iron supplements. I think he stopped taking them, though.”

 

“I think it's because he thinks he's well enough to stop taking them,” Jisung added, making the older students sigh. Donghyuck knew that Chenle was sickly, but never knew his condition, and the revelation made him worry even more. He wanted to scold the younger boy about it, but he also scolded himself for not telling them beforehand. “Ah, I remind him everyday and he says that he'd taken them already, but I find a nearly full pack of supplements in his bag.”

 

“It's all my fault,” Donghyuck said in a small voice. Jisung looked at him, confused, yet not scrutinizing and cold. He feels a small tear slide down his cheeks, and he quickly wipes it away with the back of his hand. “I'm sorry, Jisung. It's all because of the stupid tea reading I've done and it's awful. I didn't tell you what the owl meant.”

 

“The owl?” Jisung asked. “Don't owls mean something good will happen?”

 

“No. Not even in the slightest,” Donghyuck admitted, waiting for Jisung's look of betrayal. It broke his heart, because it never even came and Jisung just looked like he wanted to sleep through this. Donghyuck deserved cold glares and angry stares, but Jisung only gave him a look of acknowledgement and just that. “I'm sorry, Jisung, this is all my fault and--”

 

“Donghyuck, stop.”

 

Mark's voice did make Donghyuck stop talking. Donghyuck looked up, eyes only on Mark's powerful gaze on him that made him feel smaller. He could also feel the others' eyes on him, but he never strayed from Mark's face.

 

“Don't blame yourself. It's not your fault,” Mark reassured him. Donghyuck opened his mouth to speak, but the eldest raised a hand. “Please. Don't be too harsh on yourself, Donghyuck. You tried your best. You were only trying to protect Chenle from being too down.”

 

“I didn't!” Donghyuck said, standing up from his seat. “I couldn't even protect Chenle from the truth. I couldn't even protect him from fainting, and this is all my fault. He could've been more careful if I told the truth, but did I? No. I didn't.”

 

Donghyuck turned around, his back facing them as he angrily stormed off. When he was back at their dorm, he casted a silencing and invisibility charm on his bed before his face crumpled, letting the tears fall freely from his eyes.

 

***

 

“Chenle! You're back!”

 

Their group erupted into cheers when they saw Jisung escorting a weak Chenle to them, a small smile on his face as he waved back. Renjun ran to the boy, wrapping him in an embrace before scolding him. “Hey! Who are you to stop taking supplements? You make us so worried sometimes, Chenle! Don't ever do that again.”

 

Donghyuck was the second one to pull Chenle closer to his body in a hug, feeling guilty all over again when he saw an innocent smile on his face. He opened his mouth, ready to pour out apologies when he saw Renjun and Jisung shaking their heads, mouthing 'no' to him. He inhaled sharply before turning back to Chenle. “Ah, I missed you, Le! We were so worried about you, you know. I'm glad you're back.”

 

“I'm sorry, hyung, I'll start taking my supplements again,” Chenle pouted before his face broke out into a smile again when his gaze went past Donghyuck's frame. “Mark hyung! You're here to see me!”

 

Donghyuck froze in his position before pulling away from Chenle, settling beside him as Mark approached them. Mark did the same thing: hug Chenle, tell him he missed him, and then ruffle his head a little before turning to Donghyuck, who still looked a little shocked about Mark's sudden presence.

 

“Donghyuck, can we talk somewhere? Alone?” he asked, and Donghyuck could feel his heartbeat stutter at the words. His feet seemed planted to the ground, and he barely found the strength to nod his head 'yes'. “Okay. Follow me, then.”

 

They went to a secluded alcove, where the students wouldn't normally pass by, and Donghyuck was calm before he was suddenly backed into the wall, facing an angry-looking Mark and trapped between Mark and the wall and _oh God, what in the world is happening?_

 

Donghyuck's heartbeat was getting faster now, and he could hear it pounding in his ears. He felt nauseous, as if he was ready to pass out any second, but he willed himself to be strong, even for just Mark. He stood there, not planning to break eye contact with the man in front of him that looked pissed off.

 

“Donghyuck, can you tell me why you've been avoiding me for the past few weeks?” Mark asked, an edge apparent in his voice and Donghyuck almost looked away but Mark's intense gaze kept him pinned to the wall and made him look into his eyes. “I wanted to bring this up, but Chenle got worse. Now that he's feeling better, can you care to explain?”

 

“You wouldn't want to know,” Donghyuck weakly got out, and he could almost hear the gears turning in Mark's brain. Donghyuck never wanted their friendship to collapse because of his stupid crush, but it was already imminent and Donghyuck could feel it. “I'm sorry, Mark.”

 

“Why wouldn't I want to know?” Mark asked, and Donghyuck heard a certain rawness in the other's voice that made him weak in the knees. He couldn't tear his eyes away from Mark's face, now, because a crack had appeared in the steel mask Mark had first worn when he brought them here. “Did I do something?”

 

“No,” was Donghyuck's curt reply, and something inside Mark snapped. He placed his hand on the wall, trapping Donghyuck with an arm. Donghyuck's face felt warm, and he couldn't comprehend what was just happening but he could see a swarm of different emotions on Mark's face.

 

“Then why are you acting like this? Why are you acting as if you hate me, Donghyuck?” Mark's voice made him sound so vulnerable, and it was like an arrow that was aimed and shot at Donghyuck's heart. Mark leaned in, a little too close for any platonic reason, and frowned. “Do you?”

 

A thought flashed in Donghyuck's mind, breaking the small image he had conjured up in his mind. He shook off the possibility that Mark liked him, and all of the sudden, it was like Donghyuck had all the confidence in the world. He pushed Mark away, a panicked expression present on his face.

 

“Lee Minhyung! Do you think I'm a toy?” he asked, startling Mark. All the previous anger dissipated from the older's face, leaving various emotions on his face that Donghyuck couldn't even read from one another. He was already tired of trying to read Mark's emotions, tired of liking him even when it was fruitless and he'd be stuck with pining forever. “You can't bring my hopes up like this!”

 

“What...?”

 

“I've liked you since we were freshmen, Mark,” Donghyuck pointed out, and another wave of emotions came over Mark. The dominant one was surprise, but Donghyuck didn't even care about that. He already said it to Mark, anyway, so what was the point of holding back now? “I've always liked you, and damn, you're too oblivious! You always made it obvious that love is made-up shit!”

 

“Donghyuck--”

 

“I'm not done yet,” Donghyuck continued his rant, feeling the tears already welling up in the corners of his eyes. Mark watched him, helpless as he couldn't do anything to calm Donghyuck down. “Now you go around, doing this, and you think that something will come out of this? I'm tired, Mark. I'm tired of putting up with your bullshit, but it won't mean I'll stop because I'll never get tired of loving you.”

 

“I...”

 

“I'm sorry, Mark. I'm tired of just being friends. I think it'll be better if we stopped hanging out, because it hurts me every time you just refer to me as a friend but I have always taken what I could get. But now? I can't take it anymore,” Donghyuck finished, wiping the stray tears away. He hated how weak he appeared to Mark, he hated how much he'd do for Mark. He hated how he was stuck with loving Mark.

 

He turned away, ready to walk away when he felt a hand around his wrist, and suddenly, he was pulled and pressed against Mark's chest, his back against Mark's body. Mark turned him around so that Donghyuck was facing him, and took Donghyuck's wrist in his other free hand.

 

“Donghyuck,” Mark sounded as if he was on the verge of crying as well, and Donghyuck's heart broke even more at the sound of Mark's hurt voice. “I... I'm sorry. I'm sorry that you had to go through that.”

 

Donghyuck tried to pull away, but Mark's grip on his wrists were stronger. “No! I know you're going to reject me, so why don't you let me go, Mark? Just leave me alone, and pretend we've never been friends.”

 

“I'm not going to let you run away this time, Donghyuck,” Mark said, eyes full of guilt and sadness and something that resembled _love_. More tears rolled over Donghyuck's cheeks, and Mark let go of his wrists to wipe the tears away from his cheeks. “I can't let you run away when I love you. I'm sorry for not telling you that sooner. I'm bad at expressing my emotions, and I'm sorry that you had to go through that without knowing I love you back.”

 

“Mark.”

 

“I'm sorry. I'm sorry that you had to suffer because of me,” Mark kept on apologizing, and Donghyuck didn't know how to stop him. “I'm sorry you were exhausted because of me. I'm sorry, Donghyuck, and I understand if you don't even like me anymore. I deserve it, after putting you through all that for years.”

 

“Mark, shut up,” Donghyuck muttered before cupping Mark's face in his hands, leaning in to close the distance between them and pressed a kiss on Mark's slightly chapped lips. Mark wrapped an arm around Donghyuck's waist, pulling him closer. Donghyuck was the first one to pull away first, eyes hooded and yet an innocent smile graced his features. “Do you have selective hearing? I said I'll never get tired of loving you.”

 

“Sorry, I'm kind of stupid. I hope you'll still love this stupid boyfriend of yours, Donghyuck.”

 

**Author's Note:**

> thanks for reading folks. if u liked it maybe give kudos or smthn.


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